Traditions Lie

By Bruce Clifford

Spending my time thinking about a tradition.
I haven’t known many but I know what I’m missing.
Laying down low in the silence of thought.
Taking the time to count the blessings I’ve bought.

Wanting to know what’s in the truth of tradition.
I haven’t a clue to know what’s been missing.
Destiny does charm the silent brigade.
Memories take hold of every promise I’ve made.

Traditions lie.
Battles are won and lost.
Traditions lie.
There’s always such a cost.

Spending my time thinking about my position.
I haven’t known many to know what I’m missing.
The rain from the sky and the panic in a dream.
Taking the time to understand what this means.

Traditions lie.
Battles are won and lost.
Traditions lie.
There’s always such a cost.

Traditions lie.
Traditions lie.
At such a cost.

© 11/24/2023 Bruce Clifford